Howl With Me

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"What are you talking about?" When his words made its way to my ears, I straight away ripped my hand away from him. Timidly, I looked to the opposite side of the classroom with tons of unpleasant questions quietly roaming around my head.

I am sure that I have never mentioned to anyone about my cutting not even my father then how did he know? And I pretty convinced that I have covered my marks with the long, full sleeved shirts.

I look down at my clothes to assure my self and I was absolutely right the cloth was exhaustedly tight, sticking to my skin and leaving no space for falling down or exposing the cuts while waving my hand or anything similar.

"Really?" He yelled inconveniently. After a few more seconds smoothly pass by he grabs my upper arm and aggressively spins me towards him. My tries to run away became useless because his grip was steady and tight on me.

"Sir-"

"Shut up." He cuts me off angrily, grabbing my left wrist, he threateningly rolls the dry texture of the cotton sleeves up till my elbow and then dramatically stares at my fresh cuts and bruises.

He looks up to me with pure anger featuring from his blue eyes and when he looks down I can see softness effortlessly forming in his eyes. His fingers give me a cold, tight wrench as he turns my arm around to the other side.

Normally, I rarely cut on the opposite side, mainly because of its hurts more than the other side and it's way harder to hide or heal those heaps of cuts, however I have tried cutting there sometimes and because of those sudden cuts I still own some ugly marks on that part of my skin, seeing them only makes him more angrier.

Before he could any longer violate me or my hands I abruptly split my hands away from his, once they're free, I at once make my move to roll my sleeves down and run away from this class, however once again I see myself being dragged back to the chair, I groan, slightly being irritated.

"Explain?" He asks calmly, even though he seemed angrier a few seconds ago but now he appeared to be calm, either way I still could feel his eyes gazing a hole straight my head.

"Look, I - I am-ugh. I feel off the stairs." Oh nice lie, Anna. Couldn't you make a much better one, where are my senses gone. Whispered my inner b***h.

"Haha, I forgot to laugh." He rolled his eyes before continuing. "Are you tell me why you do this or else I have to find it myself? Which may include contacting to your family and the principal." He threatened, moving his hands on his face and smoothly rubbing his jaw.

That seems so hot..

Having no idea what to say or even lie about these marks, I sucked my lips nervously, constantly thinking of some words I could say because I don't want dad to know about any of this.

He will kill me without even confirming....

"This is none of your busine-"

"Oh I just forget its your families business to know about this. Tell me the truth, Anna. What are you now 16 and then you were 12? You are harming yourself in such a small age and this is serious. " Cutting me off he gradually spoke.

Nothing is serious for me...

"Okay um I do it because I like it. I like harming myself." I stated the bitter truth.

"What? Are you crazy?" He quickly responded.

"No but I have answered your question, now I am going, please don't stop me since you are my teacher. Why don't we keep that way? Plus I think its wrong for violating your students." I gritted my teeth together before plastering a smile on my face.

Who does he thinks he is?

My father? Pfft, my father never noticed my cuts. How did he?

"Byee." I waved goodbye before running away from the classroom, this time he didn't likely drag me back instead he was left dumbfounded. Should have known who he is dealing with.

But I was still afraid about him speaking to the principal and then my father but for now I just sighed heavily, relieving calmly.

Brushing all the ridiculous thoughts one side, I made my way to the next class which unfortunately was physical education, the worst class of my entire life.

Wearing those short clothes and running for several hours not only made me tired but also led me to straight death, I absolutely despised physical activities.

Walking to my locker, I stole some glances back just to see whether he was following me or not because he actions were quite creepy. I didn't knew schools started to become investigation centres.

He seemed weird nevertheless he was one hot man I have encountered in this town lately but I really don't have any time to date. That would give another reason to dad to proudly assassinate me.

"So were is the smoke?" A loud voice echoes behind me, while pulling the clothes out of my locker I look back to see Amanda holding an endless grin in her face. She giggles and walks closer to me, moderately flickering her eyebrows.

"What smoke?" I questioned in complete confusion.

"Come on, you can tell me. What were you doing inside with Mr hottie?" She asked, insanely spitting out loud, wild laughter's.

"I wasn't doing anything and nothing was ever happening." I gulped. "He was just telling me some stuff about school and all." I continued uneasily, this was such a hectic, whatever she was thinking was shamefully disgusting.

"Oh come on! You know you are the first person he spoke nicely to." She said, spreading her arms in the air furiously.

"Right? Only if you were there." I muttered slowly.

"Yeah whatever. Hey, why won't we skip school for the next hour and do something fun?" I questioned, impatiently waiting to skip the next class because I don't want anyone to see me running like a turtle.

"What? Ofcourse not. This all was fun before but now we have strict rules and believe me you never want to step out of the school in school timings because the principal will murder you and then will directly inform your parents so you really don't want to get out." She said annoyingly.

Oh well...

Looks like I have to attend this class...